You are allowed
to be beautiful
You are allowed
to be fun
You are allowed
to be *****
You are allowed
to lie
You are allowed
to know
It's you that
allows

I've been calculating my life
over rice
I've been percolating again
thank you
Against the grain making
grin (awkward)
I've been sublimating my life
now you see
I've been culminating all along
feel the rise
I am candilating my life
on the way
meaning surrenders
and making stuff up
puts down its tools

I'd like two ******* to go

I'd like skin against me

I'd like nothing so much

I'd like to dispel a rumor
about poets
they actually are
best in bed

I was talking to the french fries
about my love of golden brown
You  know how you are in a salty
conversation and you don't know
how you got there when you only
and then that plunge into hot oil
that you know is so-oo unhealthy
and that burn you love that burn
and that shake of salt is the light
of day and you pull up a shake
and slake that crunch's salty wake

He did a gnarly no
and a gnarly yes
and yet there were things
he could not profess

S he could S he couldn't
S he sees and
S he has no redress

As a you as a shoe
all these things are
seemingly up to you
coming down on you

I was counting on you
coming through  thru
grading papers & chins
all is if they all was
capers and fins

It takes a
significant number
of individuals
to create this illusion
of me
one of us
adjusts our glasses

I wouldn't say
that broke me
just
another me
left behind
un
voluntarily